Holy crap this is good. The voice and tone remind me of a painting I saw titled “Two Majestics.” It was of a lion and a sunset, and really captured how nature commands reverence. Fantastic read, per usual.

Wow,…the rhythm is constant through out….I like this just because of your ability to carry it through. It’s not sloppy at all, which happens when people don’t attend to rhythm.
Secondly, I love the way you describe the Barn Owl. It’s with sensitivity and words that aren’t a frontal attack on the creature….as description..and makes a very complete picture through our own senses which we strain to hear them.

They are marvelous creatures, with what? 20x vision? They are stealth hunters, because that last feather turns upwards and breaks the flow of wind…and they become silent in flight. That is why they can swoop down on prey unseen. Plus, they hunt in darkness.

Bird’s bones are hollow, and though they look like pitbulls with wings, they only weight a few pounds.

Marvelous poem. A great description that goes from phyiscality to the essence of these mighty hunters.